Here lies the Keeper, still and cold
Here lies the Keeper, still and cold,
Who sought a legacy of grandest gold.
She traded flesh for painted wood,
And sealed her kin where they forever stood.
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Her vapors lied, her greed was keen,
She served the Doll, a horror yet unseen.
She earned her fortune, rich and grim,
And bound the family, limb by tiny limb.
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When logic struck and parchment tore,
Her grandest prize turned to dust on the floor.
She shriveled down, her final, frantic plea,
“A trade, a soul, to make my niece be free!”
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But Eleanor burned the pact she kept,
And where the Keeper prayed, the old house wept.
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The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 